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[If you go down to the training centre today, you'll find one Frimelda Lotice fighting some of the monsters. It's clear that this is completely effortless for her, as even the T-Rexaurs are taken down with relative ease - she's not called a Blademaster for no reason, after all.

She has her reasons for being here. The first is a touch of nostalgia for her days as a cadet - a guilty pleasure for one who would typically prefer to keep moving forward. The second is to observe any WTR 101 students and, as their instructor, offer them her aid and advice. The third, to observe any other cadets as they do battle.

So, though she is silent as she fights with her two heavy knightswords, she remains alert, observing the field in the hopes of spying an appropriate cadet.]

[Dated to Tonight] {Tailoring & Enchanting prep}

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[It had taken Kurt longer than he would've liked to gather everything he'd needed for the preparation class, to be honest, but he supposed that it wasn't any harder than gathering stuff for himself at home; he'd simply had to find a lot more of it, just in case quite a few cadets showed up.

He'd stuck the sign outside the door and made sure to put a note on the BBS as to where and what time, and was currently just sifting through the things he had.

While the material, thread, scissors, and such made perfect sense, the rest of the supplies would be a bizarre mash up to anyone unfamiliar to his skills. Gems and jewels of all shapes and sizes, some glowing, some not, bowls of dust and small orbs, and even a few things floating about the table that seemed to defy explanation. By these were quite a few rods, all glowing softly and laid out in a careful row.

At the moment, Kurt is turning over one of the rods in his hand, giving it a last-minute inspection as he waits for anyone interested to show up.]

[Locked to Marco]

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[Well this day had just gone swimmingly.

After coming back from the training grounds with Espio, Tobias had excused himself and left, looking around for his father. His search had eventually led to Marco's room, and the boy had simply gone in -- he was sure the pirate wouldn't mind, especially after hearing what he had to say.]

Hey, Dad? Can I talk to you?